Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 132 – United

When Victor and Evelyn walk back into the campsite, him still leaning heavily on her shoulder, their family is waiting for them.

Ian and Alvin rush forward, throwing themselves into their parents’ arms.

“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Alvin whispers, his voice excited but edged with sleepiness.

“Did you win?” Ian asks, looking excitedly up at his dad.

His dad ruffles his hair and gives him a warm smile, but doesn’t answer. It’s a complicated question.

Instead, the family moves, together, towards the still-burning fire at the middle of the campsite. Marissa and Bridgette are there, waiting, and Henry rolls out onto the porch of his cabin. Looking around, Victor can see his Beta team edging closer, all eager to hear the results of the trial.

“Well well,” Henry says, folding his hands in his lap. “I see that one of my sons has returned, apparently victorious. And where is Rafe?”

Evelyn can see Bridgette biting her lip, anxious.

Victor flicks his head backwards, indicating the still-dark forest, though dawn is starting to light the sky. “He’s still out there, writhing in the snow, feeling the effects of wolfsbane.”

Bridgette gasps, getting shakily to her feet, staring out into the woods. Evelyn’s heart goes out to her; if it had been Rafe that returned to let them know that Victor was lying in the snow, suffering, she’d be desperate to help him.

Henry opens his mouth to say more, but Victor interrupts him. “Rafe cheated. He sent a proxy in to take his place in the fight, not showing up until his entire force had been wiped out.”

Henry nods, glancing at the boys, who had told him the same. He opens his mouth, ready to declare a winner.

“But,” Victor continues, “the final blow to Rafe was not delt with my hand.”

family and Betas look at Victor

Evelyn shrugs. “I

steps forward and reaches down to grab the bottle of white wine out of its cooling pile of snow. “And now I’m going to bed. We can talk about all of this,” she waves a hand to indicate the whole trial, which she still thinks

nodding. “We’re exhausted, we’ll sort this out in the morning after the medic teams go retrieve the wounded.” With this, he looks pointedly at his lead

the clearing a wide smile, and not giving them a chance to protest, Evelyn grabs two metal mugs out of a

it while she helps the boys out of their snow gear. Their eyes are half-lidded now after all

their forehead. She turns to see Victor tending to his ankle, hissing as he eases off his boot and surveys the bruised and

she

him a long strip of gauze from a first-aid pack she finds beneath the bed

chasing them with sauvignon blanc. “Whiskey

onto the bed and prop his injured leg up onto some

eyes and leans his head back. Evelyn climbs into the bed as well, curling up next to him, her mostly-empty glass of wine still

dragging a frustrated hand down his face. “Is going to be a big

of her wine and then lazily putting the cup up on the nearby windowsill. They are silent, a moment, before she says, “They’re not going to take this pack from you,

hands,” he murmurs back. “But considering they’d have to get through you three first,” he says, smiling and stroking her hair,

not letting herself

against it as she feels Victor sitting up next to her, working to stand. She pushes herself up and puts

puts his injured leg on the

rubbing his eyes. “We’re not

murmurs, rubbing a hand over her sleepy head. “For four more hours

her a small laugh before hobbling off towards the bathroom. He knows she wouldn’t miss this

window that overlooks the firepit. “Everyone’s already up!” he says, eager. “Look, there’s uncle Rafe!” Alvin joins him at the window, peering out to see their uncle bundled in

murmurs. “He’s